Chapter 104. The Man in Red
CAIVAN
Something smells great. It’s something cooking, yes, but I’ve not smelt one like it in a long while, one strong enough to waken me from sleep.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and sigh with relief when the crack of stiff muscles and bones reaches my ear. I sit up sharply, my ears picking up different sounds at once. Fire is burning with loud crackles, steel clashes on steel, men yell in shock and rage and fury…
I slip on a shirt at hand and open the door as quietly as I can. The sounds come more clearly now, making me cringe in embarrassment.
The strum of strings, banging on wood, laughter and cheers. The bar must have been filled up, as it is night outside and the rain has stopped falling. I just didn’t expect them this much, given the tidings they must have heard, and the dark reception they had given us.
I pause on my way down the stairs, and (very reluctantly) knock on the door next to mine. Camille opens up almost immediately, her g
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